Ghost Files: Appendix M

BY : boysluvcraft
Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Ghost Files: Appendix M
It was lunchtime, they should have been eating, but instead they were hiding out on the school roof. The girl pressed Masaru’s cupped palm against her chest, a ridiculously smug look painted on her face. Oh yes, she was all grown up at fifteen because she had a boy touching her breasts. Masaru flexed his fingers, felt the unmistakable squish under his fingers and tried to muster some interest and arousal.

That superior, pursed expression she gave him as she rolled her breast in his palm was meant to say, “You like that, big boy?” But it only irritated him farther, because fact was he didn’t like it. What was there to like? She had a set of squishy globs of fat sitting on her chest, big whoop! Masaru had so much trouble understanding why other guys lusted after them so.

‘Now if her chest were smooth and flat, muscular…’ he thought, ‘maybe with a pair of broad shoulders to match, strong arms…. Well there’s that arousal I was looking for.’ He heard the girl’s high pitched giggle.

“Oh you are a naughty boy, aren’t you Masaru?” She poked her finger toward his fledgling arousal.

“Uh.” That was his witty response before she swooped down to capture his lips with hers. She tucked a leg between his thighs, pressing gently on his developing bulge. Soft lips clumsily moved over his. He could smell her strawberry shampoo. He’d prefer a… muskier order, like men’s cologne.

‘Eww, is that lip gloss she’s wearing?’ He cringed at the greasy, sticky sensation on his lips. With irritation, he thought of how the gunk was probably rubbing off on his lips and how he’d have to remember to clean it off before he went out in public again. ‘Uhg, its cotton candy flavored too. I hate cotton candy flavor, too sweet. I think I’m gonna be sick!’

She pulled back abruptly and snapped, “What’s your problem?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Masaru stammered, realizing he’s completely lost his arousal during the course of that kiss. And of course she was in the perfect position to notice it. “I guess my mind is just on other things.”

She stood, furious adjusting her uniform, “God, the other girls were right about you, Masaru. You’re such a queer!”

With that she stormed away. He sighed, pulled his wrinkled handkerchief out of his pocket and proceeded to clean her lip gloss off of him, muttering, “Third one I’ve run off this semester.”

He was gay. Masaru had known it since he could remember. He liked boys, lusted after them. He dreamt about boys-- or particularly about one boy, the boy in the green uniform. Yusuke was his name. He couldn’t remember his last name or it he ever even knew it. Yusuke had been a teenager at the time. Masaru was only six years old. At the time, he hadn’t understood what it meant to be attracted to a guy, but he did know that he wanted this boy’s attention. He wanted it so badly, he did something horrible and….

Masaru shook his head, clearing away the drearily thoughts. He’d have another chance to make it happen with a girl. In fact the next one should be along at any time. Masaru was cute, a fact he was well aware of, with his big brown, puppy-dog eyes and his thick brown hair that he wore in a state of perpetual bed-head. Add to that his sexy trim body, the product of a lifetime of martial arts training, and his non-threatening height. It was no wonder the girls were always looking at him.

And surprisingly, his notorious failures to perform for the opposite sex didn’t diminish his chances at all. It was his fatal flaw. Girls look for that in a guy, something they can fix as some sort of deranged proof that they are superior to other girls because they failed to fix him.

Masaru stood to his full height, all five foot three of it, ruffled his hand though his messy brown hair. Maybe it wasn’t too late to grab a bite to eat before the late bell rang. Just then, “My, you’re awfully calm for a guy who just struck out big time. You must be used to it or something?” It was cheery girl’s voice.

“Who?” Masaru spun to see who it was. How did a girl get out on the roof without his noticing”? Was she there the whole time? Then he saw her, floating three feet above the concrete on an oar. Masaru felt his stomach drop all the away down to his toes, taking a good deal of his blood with it.

He hadn’t seen the like since that day so long ago. He’d nearly convinced himself it was only a dream. His voice came out of his mouth, so numb; it sounded like someone else’s, “You’re from Spirit World?”

“On the nosy!” She floated closer and poked him on the nose.

“You’re, uh, a lot different than the other one,” Masaru noted lamely. She was riding an oar, so he had to be one of the pilots of the river sticks, but she looked so young, like a little girl, with bright red hair, wearing a lovely shine maiden’s uniform. The one he spoke to the last time wore a black kimono. She had black hair, tied back in a tight bun, and skin so severely pale, it was no wonder they were sometimes called grim reapers. He was actually kind of frightened of her.

“My name’s Hinageshi,” she chirped, “I’m assuming, since you can see me, you’re--” She stopped and pulled out something that looked like a smart phone, tapped at the screen, “Masaru Yutaka. If so, you must know what me being here signifies.”

Masaru nodded, “It’s time to go to work and pay my debt. So, what do I gotta do?”
* * *
Nine years ago….

An older boy had caught the ball that had gotten away from him, but the second little Masaru saw the other boy, he’d forgotten all about his ball. There was something about him that was just… different. It was his eye’s… they were piercing. He was glaring at Masaru. He wearing a green jumpsuit uniform, and his raven black was hair slicked back, only a few strands escaped to fall over his handsome face. He might have been angry, he said something about not playing so close to the road, but Masaru was too spellbound by the older boy’s beauty and the fact that he was talking to him!

The boy made a face, a funny one that shocked Masaru out of his spell and made him laugh. The boy made another face and another. He stuck toothpicks up his nose, pretended to be monster and danced for Masaru. Masaru clapped his hands and giggled. He was so happy the pretty big boy was playing with him! But then he stopped, handed Masaru back his ball, and walked away.

Masaru didn’t want the pretty boy to leave. The pretty boy got his ball for him once, maybe if he kicked it away again the boy would come back. He kicked his ball hard. It went out in the street. The Masaru ran after it, his mind too occupied with the other boy to think to watch for traffic. Then a shout. Something pushed him. The squealing of ties.

The next thing Masaru knew there was a big crowd of shouting people. A man was getting out of his car, screaming, “Oh my god! Oh my god I hit him!” Someone else cried out, “He’s dead!” What was dead?

There on the ground… his pretty boy in green, lying in a big puddle of thick red fluid. It seemed to be leaking out of him. A bunch of men in uniforms rushed over to check Masaru. The pretty boy in green wasn’t moving. Somehow little Masaru understood that the boy wasn’t going to move, not ever again. That’s what dead was. His boy in green was dead. There was nothing anyone could do to stop the sobs that spilled from little Masaru then.

His mother had cooed and coddled over him all that night, until she put him to bed. Lying in his bed, he wished he’d asked to sleep in her bed. Every time he shut his eyes, he heard the squeal of tires and saw the deep red blood smeared on the pavement. He was tormented by this pain in his chest. He felt it every time he thought of the pretty boy in green, whose name he found out was Yusuke.

“Run out of tears to cry, little Masaru? I don’t lame you, you must feel awful,” a somber woman’s voice said to him. It wasn’t his mother’s voice. It was accompanied by a chilled gust of air. Masaru sat up n his bed and saw her, pale as a corpse, with black hair pulled back in a tight bun, clothed in an old fashioned black kimono, and floating several inches off the ground on an oar. Needless to say she was not the tooth fairy.

She must have been some sort of ghost, Masaru thought, somewhat afraid of her. “Are… are you here to punish me?” He squeaked.

“Do you think you should be punished?” She replied in her imperiously distant voice.

Masaru nodded, “That boy… Yusuke. He died because of me.” ‘Because I liked him.’ “He saved my life.”

“You’re wrong.”


“Masaru, do you remember last summer, when you fell out of that tree? Or the winter before that when you slipped on the ice, or that time that book shelf fell down on you because your father neglected to anchor it to the wall?” She reminded him, “Most children would have been severely injured by those things, but not you Masaru.”

“I don’t understand,” the little boy was getting more frightened by the moment.

“I’ll show you.” In the next second she’d pulled a big red brick from somewhere inside her kimono, and slammed it down hard on top of the child’s head, hard enough to break a man’s skull. The brick broke into little chips.

Masaru wailed, “Oww! What did you do that for?”

“You are not much harmed,” the woman pointed out. “That is the gift you were born with, Masaru, you can not be hurt like normal like normal people. If that car had hit you today, instead of that other boy--”

“I wouldn’t have been hurt after all?” After she nodded, Masaru felt a fresh wave of tears start to fall to his cheeks. “So he died for no reason at all.”

“We at Spirit World weren’t expecting him to do it,” she moved to place a hand on his covers in a way that could have almost been construed as comforting. “Which is why I’m here. Spirit World is willing to bring that boy back to life for you.”

“Bring back to life-- is that even possible?” Masaru jumped.

“There’s a condition though,” she warned, “Bringing people back from the dead is no easy feat. In exchange for the boy’s life, you will serve as the world’s Spirit Detective, when you grow up.”

“Detective? You mean like solving mysteries and stuff?” Masaru frowned, “I don’t know if I can do that. I can’t even find Waldo in my puzzle books.”

The woman’s cheek twitched as if a hint of humor managed to wriggle past her icy exterior. “Detective is only the title. What you’ll mostly be doing is fighting demons and such.”

Now Masaru was really scared, “D-demons? You mean like monsters?”

“Your gifts make you very well suited for the job. You‘ll be just like…” she cast her eyes around the room and spotted a wall poster, “Like Superman! Yes, just like Superman, you can fight for justice and save the world from monsters because they can’t hurt you like they hurt other people.”

Masaru still looked doubtful so she added, “And don’t forget that if you agree to this, that boy, Yusuke, gets his life back. No need to rush this decision though. Your mother’s taking you to his wake tomorrow. I’ll come back for your answer after that.”

She vanished. The only reason why Masaru got any sleep that night was out of pure exhaustion.” Around evening the next day, his mother put him in a suit and they went to Yusuke’s wake. There were a lot of people there, mostly older kids in blue uniforms. And there was a commotion as one of those big kids, a boy with bright curly red hair, was crying and throwing a fit. “Why did you have to go and die you punk!” he shouted at Yusuke’s photo. His friends had to bodily drag him out of the house. Yusuke must have meant a lot to him.

Masaru’s mother led him up to a big wooden box. Yusuke’s life less body was inside it. His mother told him to pay his respects, he wasn’t quite sure what to say, “Uh, thanks for saving me,” even though it was pointless. But he didn’t know Masaru was invincible, so he thought he was saving him. It was the thought that counted. “And for making funny faces.”

It was at that point that Yusuke’s mother snapped out of the trance she seemed to be in and broke down crying in big unfeigned sobs that hurt just as much physically as they did emotionally. Masaru knew how she felt. He glanced back at the box with the photo of Yusuke hanging over it. Yusuke was a wonderful guy, and maybe not everyone knew it, but Masaru was convinced.

He might not have been able to fight monsters for the world, or justice, or any other of those abstract concepts that his young mind was unable to grasp. But he could fight for Yusuke. He would fight monsters for Yusuke.

As they left, down an empty alley street, he spied the woman on the oar. His mother didn’t seem to see her. Somehow he understood that only he was meant to see her. She watched him expectedly. Masaru gave her a quick nod. She smiled and vanished again.

After that day, Masaru sighed up for his first martial arts class. When he learned how to read, he started reading books about the occult. Whenever something weird and unexplainable happened, he didn’t shrug it away, but faced it for what it was, something supernatural. Because one day he knew the scary lady on the oar would come back for him. And when she did, he would be Spirit Detective. He would be ready to fight, to fight for Yusuke.

Nine years later….
* * *
Hiei paced a ten by ten square area, listened to distant foghorns coming from ships in the water, and paced some more. He hated waiting, especially waiting in the Human World. He sighed and leaned against the rusty wall of a warehouse. He didn’t bother masking his presence. Few humans came to this disused section of the shipyard. He used to have a hideout somewhere around there. That was the place where he first fought Spirit Detective Yusuke Urameshi. What a coincidence, that this would be the place where he would meet Yusuke’s successor, the new Spirit Detective.

The Spirit Detective system had been inactive for the past six years, ever since Yusuke Urameshi was dismissed from the position. It wasn’t really needed at the time. Demon World had been in a state of transition and then King Enki came into power and decreed that causing havoc in Human World would not be tolerated.

The majority of demons respected the new order. A demon border patrol was step that could handle any who didn‘t. Those were usually foolish and not at all strong. Things were in such order that Spirit World even opened their borders, allowing benign demons to cross freely between the planes. It was a good time… too bad it couldn’t last.

Around four months ago, the Demon World Tournament was held as it was to be every three years. The winner would be the king of Demon for the next three years. This year the winner was an apparition who seemed to come from nowhere, named Dalynk. And he didn’t care one way or the other what went on in Human World. A lot of Demon World’s psycho’s took that as their cue to start causing trouble again. Thus the Spirit Detective system had been reactivated and Hiei found himself in that old shipyard indulging in his least favorite activity; waiting.
* * *
Hinageshi explained to Masaru how the changes in demon politics caused him to be called into active duty, after she helped him escape his school via airlift on the back of her oar.

“I know I don’t have much of choice about doing this, cuz I made that deal and all. But couldn’t it have waited until after school?” Masaru called to Hinageshi. Skipping class wasn’t something Masaru was in the habit of doing. He hoped that he wouldn’t catch too much shit from Mr. Iwamoto about it. He’d seen the man deal with delinquents before. He starts frothing at the mouth and muttering about apples and cockroaches….

She hollered back to him, “No it can’t wait! Bane is a very dangerous demon and he needs to be captured right away before he does too much damage.”

“Bane? Y-you mean there’s a demon I’ve got to fight right now?!” Masaru sputtered.

“Oh course. Where did you think we were going?”

“I don’t know. Training, I guess, or some kind of orientation before I started the job. What do you just take some kid and throw him up against a dangerous demon and hope for the best?” Masaru snapped, “Just how many Spirit Detectives have there been?”

“We’ve only had three.”

“Yeah and what happened to them?”

“One went into seclusion, another went insane and the third got killed and came back to life as a demon,” she told him.

“And you worked with these other Spirit Detectives?”

“Oh, no. I was just deputized to Detective’s Assistant this morning.”

Masaru drawled, “You’re filling me with confidence.”

“Oh, I almost forgot.” She pulled some sort of cellar phone out of her pocket. “Here this is for you. It’s your Spirit Phone.”

“Spirit Phone? Is that like a Smart Phone?” He took the thing from her.”

“Sort of.” she pointed, “its psychic enabled technology with lots of apps that will help you with your job as Spirit detective. Like with the Spy Camera, you can see what’s inside things by taking its picture. It can make calls to Spirit World and upload files on all sorts of apparitions. And it has a psychic enabled security feature, which prevents people without psychic awareness from seeing or overhearing anything they’re not supposed to.”

“Does it play Angry Birds?”

“We’re almost to there,” Hinageshi ignored him and pointed ahead. He could see the dark shapes of the shipyard loaming up over the horizon. “This will be your first task, use your Demon Locator on your phone, to track down the demon in this shipyard. It’ll scan for demonic auras and then show you their locations on a GPS map.”

“You’re not coming?” He asked when she let him off the oar.

“I have to report in to my superiors, but I’ll catch up with you in a while,” she said before taking off.

“Right,” Masaru muttered to himself. He keyed up the Demon Locator App and in a few seconds the screen displayed a map with a little red dot blinking just east of his current location.

Okay he was tracking a demon. It all felt so surreal. Even though he’d always known this day would come, he still had trouble grasping the reality of it. Maybe it was because everything else seemed so normal. The ferry pilot had come so suddenly with out fanfare. Would he be having an easer time grasping the situation if it had come out of utter pandemonium?

A big warehouse stood in Masaru’s path. He made a right turn to circle around it.
He wondered how often he was going to be called upon to do this. Was he going to start getting in trouble at school for having to take off all the time? When Mr. Iwamoto thought a kid went bad, he would bite into them and start chewing like an old dog with a bone. How long was he supposed to serve? A few months? A year? Forever? He was too young at the time when he agreed to take this job to have thought about asking such details.

He was right on the dot now. He peered around the corner of the building. That’s where he saw him. It was sort of staggering really, because for one, he was just standing there as if he was waiting at a bus stop. And for another, he was so… small. He had a mass of raven black hair that stuck up so much it made Masaru’s look tame by comparison. He wore nothing but black and he couldn’t have been over four foot ten. He was actually kind of cute if you’re into that whole shouta look.

Looks can be deceiving, Masaru told himself. He had a thought. He took out his Spirit Phone and scrolled through his apps. The Power Meter; just use the phone’s camera lens to scan the demon, like a barcode. And the phone will display the demon’s power level. He selected the app and held the phone up to scan the demon-- but he was gone! Next thing he knew there was something hard, cold and, assumingly very sharp, pressed against the back of his neck.
* * *
Hiei was just about to get feed up with waiting, when he felt a presence tingle at the edges of his peripherals. There was someone trying to sneak up on him. In less time than it takes to blink he located the interloper, moved behind him, and drew his sword.

“Who are you?” Hiei barked. He saw the special phone in the boy’s hand, said, “You’re Spirit World’s new kid, huh? You don’t look like much.”

“Don’t be fooled by what you see. I‘m Masaru Yutaka, Spirit Detective,” the boy said calmly right before kicking his foot out at Hiei’s ankle, tripping him up. At the same time the boy spun and knocked his sword away.

Typically Hiei wouldn’t have fallen for such moves, but he hadn’t expected the boy to lash out at him. He recovered in time to see the boy’s fist rushing toward him. He grasped the boy’s wrist before the blow could hit its mark, forced his hand up over his head. The boy was determined. He instantly brought his leg up with intent to knee Hiei in the gut. But Hiei’s reflexes were still quicker, he grabbed for the boy, right behind his knee. He tried to struggle his arm away form Hiei, causing them to overbalance and topple down onto the tarmac.

“Why the hell are you fighting me?” Hiei snapped as he attempted to pin the struggling boy down.

“Aren’t you that supposedly dangerous Bane guy, whom I’m supposed capture, somehow?”

“Don’t be stupid, I’m Hiei, your liaison officer with the Demon World border patrol.”


“Congratulations you‘ve passed your first test. You successfully located a demon.” Both males stopped struggling when Hinageshi’s cheery voice popped up beside them. Hiei was mildly surprised to see her there, since Detective’s Assistant used to be Botan’s job. But forbid it that he should question the workings of Spirit World.

“What do you mean ‘test’?” Masaru shouted with agitation.

“Well we had to make sure you were competent with your Spirit Detective tools before we sent you out into the field so we decided to do something of a dry run by having you track down your border patrol liaison officer.”

“Not cool,” Masaru said. Moving on, “You said something about the border patrol earlier. You said that their jurisdiction only covers the Demon World and the Borderlands.”

“That’s right. Demons that have crossed fully into human territory have to be handled by Spirit World authorities, in this case you.” Hinageshi confirmed, “Of course in the past Spirit World just eliminated demon threats. But now that they have to maintain friendly relations with Demon World they can‘t do that anymore. Fugitives caught in Human World have to be extradited to Demon World, with is where a border patrol liaison officer come in.”

“Sounds complicated,” Masaru drawled.

“It’s not,” Hiei cut in, “Just think of it this way; you take the garbage out and I haul it away. And that is as far as my duties extend, so don‘t look to me if you get in over your head. I‘m nobodies babysitter, got it?”


“We’ve got a hit on Intelligence,” Hinageshi reported, fiddling with her phone. “Bane has been detected four miles west of here.”

“That’s not far, we can be there in minutes if we run,” Hiei added, “You can run that far, can’t you, human?”

Masaru growled and took off running after the demon. Hinageshi flew along side him on her oar. “Bane is a low-level possessor,” She informed him, “That means he inhabits human bodies while drawing on their life force. He’s most vulnerable to detection when he changes hosts, ranked as a low D-class, which is not much stronger than a human. So a perfect case for you to get your feet wet as Spirit Detective.”

Masaru glanced at his Spirit Phone, “We’re close, it should be right over this-- Is that a children’s playground?” Sure enough the three found themselves standing in the middle of a playground, practically crawling tiny children.

“Of course a low level scum like him would pick on children,” Hiei growled beside them, “Children are more attuned to the supernatural, thus easier targets.”

“Oh, no!” Hinageshi gasped, “You don‘t suppose he took one of these children?”

Hiei snorted, “The coward knows that he‘s being hunted, but his pursuers won‘t want to hurt a child.”

“This locator thing is going wonky,” Masaru slapped the side of his phone, “its reading like he’s everywhere.”

“He’s glooming, spreading his aura around so that you can’t pin him down,” Hiei told him, “But he’s somewhere around here….”

The monkey bars, Masaru stared, Kids love the monkey bars. Why do they seem to be avoiding them? It occurred to him; Can Bane become invisible when he’s not inside a human body?

Before he could voice his concern, a little girl of no more than four years old wondered close to the monkey bars. He watched him honor as a sudden panic gripped her. She turn to run, but she tripped-- no she didn’t trip something had a hold of her! And with the sort of speed that he’s only seen in horror movies, the invisible hand jerked her back into the bushes.

“Damn it!” Masaru cried out and lunged for the hedge line.

Hiei went to follow, snorting first to Hinageshi, “Hn, looks like you people have gotten yourselves another impulsive one.”

Masaru jumped over the hedge and skidded down a steep slope. There he saw the little girl squirming in midair. The air around her shimmered and a scrawny lizard like creature filled the space. It spotted him, let out a hiss and scampered away, girl in hand.

“Hey, uh, Spirit Detective, freeze!” He yelled after it and felt stupid right away. Like the thing was going to stop just because he told it to. He chased the demon to a derelict construction site that had been abandoned years before. The lizard was quick. If he didn’t do something to stop him soon, he might loose him in this concrete jungle.

Running past a pile of half rotted boards, he spied a big box of rusted nails. He scooped it up and hurled it right at the back of the demon’s head. The demon’s head jerked forward with the impact. It toppled forward, dropping the little girl, who scrambled to her feet and took off running. She ran past Masaru, supposedly headed back to the playground and her mother.

“Give up, Bane,” Masaru called to the grounded monster, “I promise this will be a lot easier on you if you don‘t run.”

Bane glanced in the direction the girl had fled in. “You are going to pay for that,” he rasped.

“Just send the bill to Spirit World, they can put it on my tab,” he smarted off.

“Oh-ho, you have no idea what you’re messing with!” Bane raged.

Hiei suddenly shouted behind him, “Look out kid, his aura… it’s changing!”

Masaru took a step back-- or more appropriately he was pushed back by the wave of tangible energy that flowed off of Bane. His features shimmered and flowed. His arms and legs stretched, his muscles bugled. His lizard snout elongated, nostrils widened. He opened his jaws open, revealing rows of massive teeth as horns erupted from his skull and a pair of leathery wings burst from his back.

“That’s Wyvern! He‘s on Spirit World’s top twenty most wanted list!” Hinageshi gasped, “Bane was Wyvern in disguise. Oh no, he’s a C-class, too!”

“Policy be damned,” Hiei snapped getting ready to charge in there, but Hinageshi stopped him, hanging on his arm. “That kid can’t handle a C-class, not on his first case. Yusuke Urameshi couldn‘t even handle me on his first case, and I was only D-class at the time.”

“Masaru isn‘t Yusuke,” Hinageshi told him, “Masaru is a very unique human and believe me he can handle anything that monster can throw at him.”

Before any more debate could happen, the monster swung its great ham sized fists at the boy. The blow landed solidly, sending him flying back through a concrete wall. The creature dusted off his hands and laughed, “Ha ha, I told you, you didn’t know what you were messing with.”

Hiei gripped his sword and growled, “You don’t know who YOU’RE messing with.”

But Hinageshi held her arm out to stop him, inclined her head toward the Masaru shaped hole in the wall. A figure stumbled out of the setting dust.

“That was a novel experience,” Masaru said conversationally, “I’d say that is the hardest anyone has ever hit me, bar none.”

“Masaru possess psychic defenses that are completely without parallel in this dimension.” Hinageshi said, watching the five foot three human boy approach the massive Wyvern. “Hit him, crush him, throw him under a moving semi-truck, it makes no difference. He is unbreakable.”

“HAARRRAAA!!!” Wyvern roared and slammed his fist at the boy.

This time Masaru blocked it with his crossed forearms. The force of the impact reverberated through his body, cracking the concrete under his feet. He tossed a saucy grin up at the monster, infuriating him all the more. He pounded faster, harder, but the only damage he caused was to the pavement under the boy’s feet.

“This isn’t possible! I’ll end you!” Wyvern howled and raised both fists high to strike Masaru.

The boy saw his opening, shot under the demon’s arms, driving his elbow deep into the creatures gut. He doubled over. Air came out of him with a painful whoosh. Masaru followed up with a teeth rattling uppercut that sent the demon reeling.

“His invulnerability is more than just defensive,” Hinageshi informed Hiei, “It also permits him to deal out harder blows without the threat of injuring his own body.”

Wyvern had recovered from Masaru’s blows, and retaliated with a right hook, which Masaru took on the jaw. The returned with one of his own. Back and forth they went until Wyvern let out a howl and drove his scaly head down into the human boy’s. Masaru gritted his teeth and waited for the impact. There was a loud crack and everything was silent. Wyvern fell.

Hiei laughed out loud, “A smart mouth and a hard head, I don’t know, sounds a little like Yusuke.”

“Well you have to admit they are good qualities for a Spirit Detective to have,” Hinageshi giggled.

Meanwhile Masaru staggered. His bones might be tough, but he could still feel pain. “I knocked the big dragon man down, am I done now?”

“For today,” Hinageshi told him.

“Only 12:45, huh?” Masaru looked at his watch, “I might make it back in time for sixth period social studies quiz. Then again….” He sat down to hold his throbbing head.
* * *
Another day, another lunch period and Masaru was out on the roof again. He wasn’t with a girl today however. He wasn’t in the mood to play around with them today. Maybe tomorrow. He looked out over the school grounds at the students milling about chatting about their social lives as if that was all that mattered in the world. It was a normal day. Normal was good.

After he skipped out on class yesterday, Iwamoto had flipped out on him, called his mother and everything. And then when he got home his mother went into full over protective mode, did everything from taking his temperature to see if he was sick to asking if he was having bully problems or something. She’s been like that since that incident nine years ago.

A sudden chime started him. It was his Spirit Phone one of the background apps that Hinageshi suggested he run was alerting him that there was a demonic presence nearby.

He spun around when he heard a deep throaty chuckle. “You’re really gonna have to work on building up your spirit awareness, kid. You’re gonna get killed relying on that thing to pick up demonic energies for you.”

“Oh, Hiei it’s you,” he breathed, “What are you doing here? Don’t tell me I’ve got another job already?”

“No,” Hiei strolled around the roof, “I just stopped off to tell you the Bane/Wyvern case was officially closed and declared a success.”

“Is that all?” Masaru leaned back on the chain-link that enclosed the roof. He thought for a second, “That’s awfully considerate of you, considering it’s not even your job. Why are you really here?’

“Sharp. I like that,” Hiei hummed. “Alright, maybe I just wanted to get a closer look at you, see just what sort of person you are, Masaru.” He paced around Masaru doing just that.

“Uh okay.” Hiei’s scrutiny was making him more than a little nervous. He couldn’t help but recall his own appraisal of the demon, when he first saw him. The shouta look was never one he’d considered his ‘type’, but damned if he couldn’t appreciate it on Hiei. To his surprise, Masaru felt his cheeks grow hot. Hiei was standing really close to him. He was really cute. And the way Hiei said his name… was kind of sexy.

Masaru knew he shouldn’t be having these sorts of thoughts. He should be thinking about girls, not melting over some guy-- especially a demon guy. Only trouble could come from these thoughts. He remembered what happened with his boy in green.

But Hiei was standing so close. He could easily reach out and touch him. He remembered that scuffle they had with him when they first met. Masaru knew that in spite of his small frame, his arms would be strong and his chest firm. Before he realized what he was doing, he had reached up and touched Hiei, pressing his palm against the thick black fabric of his coat.

Hiei looked up at him, a slightly surprised quirk to his eyebrow. So cute. Masaru let the impulse take him. He leaned down and kissed Hiei. It was brief. When they parted, Hiei smirked, “So that’s what sort of person you are, Masaru. Good to know.” He turned to leave, but then added, “By the way, I’ve decided to take the job of liaison in more permanent capacity. So, I’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”

Then he was gone in a blur of black, leaving Masaru blushing on the roof, muttering, “What have I done?”

A/N: Yes, Masaru is the little boy that Yusuke saved in Ep.1. Yes, Masaru was his given name, they used it in the Manga, but I had to pick out a sir name. Is he an OC? I pretty much invented his teenage character but it was Togashi who originally introduced him. So why don’t we call this Masaru an interpretation… a very free interpretation.

I had this story in my mind for a while now. I thought what if this boy’s role in things was more than coincidental? If Spirit World wasn’t expecting anyone to die in that accident, why was there a grim reaper (Botan) so close by? And she just so happened to be training to be a detective’s assistant? The answer: because they were head hunting him to be a Spirit Detective himself. I hope you all find this as interesting I do. Next time.

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